He can play whatever I like

The so-called "field investigation" ended soon, Xiao Sa didn't force Zou Yun any more, and even fulfilled the previous agreement, never appearing again——

Whether it's a lunch break in the office, or on the way to and from get off work.

Except on weekends, Xiao Sa's driver would occasionally show up and take Zou Yun to see galleries in Guanhai City.

The last stop at the destination is a completed creative block.

In addition to some characteristic bookstores, bars and coffee shops in the block, there are various galleries, handmade piano shops, seal carving houses, etc., some of which are still being renovated, and some have just opened; and the other end of the block will lead to the unopened theme hotel.

In Zhenyun Group's plan, it will use this characteristic art and creative block to gather popularity, build consumer groups, form a mature community, and then create momentum for the subsequent hotel promotion to form an irreplaceable feature.

Zou Yun stood at the door of an empty front room. If he nodded, this would be his gallery.

On the one hand, my dream for many years is in front of me, and on the other hand, there are endless difficulties from Party A in the work of returning to the right track——

It is impossible to say that there is no heartbeat.

At least the completed creative arts district was in front of him, and Xiao Sa didn't lie to him.

He doesn't know if he still likes Xiao Sa now, but at least, he has never liked anyone else; he doesn't want to give up this opportunity, but he always remembers that he can't just rely on Xiao Sa——

Because Xiao Sa might still disappear.

He wondered if it was possible for him.

Next, using his spare time, he dug out the previous paintings one by one, found a few favorite framed pictures, and put them on some art auction collection websites.

If Xiao Sa will disappear, then he wants to prove that at least he is capable of supporting a gallery.

As the weather gradually entered winter, he was busy with work and painting, so busy that he didn't even have time to think about it, it seemed that there was something missing around him.

But he likes this state very much, at least it is better than before, like a self-pitying woman.

Until one evening in the middle of winter, he came out of Party A's office building with a backpack on his back, feeling dizzy, and the inhuman and unreasonable demands made by Party A just now flashed through his mind.

Walking aimlessly on the street, he didn't get in the car or go to the subway station, he just wanted to take a breath.

He took out his mobile phone, wanting to look at something casually, to brush away the smoky atmosphere in the office just now, but his fingers still didn't obey his commands and opened the auction websites that hung his oil paintings.

The painting has been hanging up for a few months, and there has been no movement. He is no longer willing to open those websites to attack himself, but he is always masochistic and unable to control himself.

Having already casually scanned the screen of the phone without any hope, he suddenly discovered that the drawing——

sold out!

Perhaps it was because the turtleneck sweater on his body resisted the damp and cold air of the southern seaside city. In such a deep winter, he suddenly felt hot all over his body.

He had forgotten how many years, he remembered the last time he was so excited, it was that year, the day he received the admission letter from the Academy of Fine Arts.

In this way, he stood in the cold wind of the street until he was awakened by a few yells; he suddenly looked up and saw a few workers on the side of the road driving away pedestrians on the side of the road, pulling up the isolation belt and building a ladder / Zi hang colored lights and lanterns for the green trees on the roadside.

Only then did he realize that the new year is coming soon in his extremely busy days.

He will be 28 years old next year, and before he knew it, it was already ten years ago.

Before he knew it, the year he met Xiao Sa, the best and worst year in his life, was about to pass.

He didn't know when he walked to the gate of the creative block. After a few months, most of the shops and exhibition halls had opened, but the gate that belonged to him not far away was still empty.

In any case, he felt very satisfied to receive such a "New Year's gift" before the New Year's Day holiday, and he had already started planning his New Year's Day holiday. Maybe soon, he really didn't have to deal with those terrible Party A anymore. .

In the next few weeks, the paintings that had been posted on the Internet before were sold one by one. He worked overtime and hoped that he could stay at home safely during the New Year's Day holiday. Firstly, he had time to continue painting, and secondly...

Every New Year's Day there will be a small "accident".

This year is no exception.

Even if you do your own thing well early, it is never possible to know when Party A will make a mess.

During the day of New Year's Eve, the company was supposed to get off work early, but Zou Yun was called to the company by Party A of the latest case.

This time, Party A is a small company, a husband and wife team. It was Mr. Zou Yun who communicated with him before, and the first draft of the design plan has passed. Who knew that the couple did not communicate well at all, and they quarreled all night in front of Zou Yun. There was no result.

It's hard for an upright official to decide on housework, not to mention that Zou Yun is afraid of returning to the society...

It wasn't until after ten o'clock in the evening that the old man in the family called and asked why the couple hadn't come home. The child cried and looked for his mother. Zou Yun was relieved. He grabbed his backpack and fled, but he still didn't escape the annual New Year's Eve That "accident".

Guanhai City doesn't know when it started. Every New Year's Day there will be a New Year's Laser Fireworks Show. This kind of day of universal celebration is crowded with people, and social fear naturally dare not approach, and...

He was afraid of setting off fireworks and firecrackers since he was a child. When he was a child, he was so scared that he would lie on the bed and wrap up the quilt when there was a loud noise during the Chinese New Year. Laser fireworks show.

Fortunately, he lived in a remote place, so he went home early and stayed there, which didn't bother him at all, but he was delayed by that couple tonight, amidst the cheers and loud noises in the street, he happened to be sitting alone in an empty room. In the bus, shuttle past.

This is not only a deep-seated fear, but also a naked/naked contrast.

He stumbled and ran all the way home. Although he was far away from the loud noise of the fireworks just now, the terrible sound seemed to be still tormenting Zou Yun's eardrums.

It was originally an old campus with no property management, and the voice-activated lights in the corridors had been broken for a long time, but I don’t know which kind person repaired the street lights in the past two months, but it seems to be broken again today.

He stomped his feet twice in the dark corridor, but the street lights didn't turn on. When he took out his phone to turn on the flashlight of the camera to light it up, he found that the phone was out of battery.

Ever since he knew that there would be a New Year's Eve laser fireworks show in Silver Beach, he hadn't been out on that night for many years. Only today did he know that the street can be so lively.

But the bus was empty, and the corridor was dark, he was very scared, and he didn't want to be alone.

He suddenly had a sore nose, and suddenly felt that he hadn't been so unlucky for a long time.

He quickly ran to the door of the house, and in the dark environment, he tripped over something under his feet, and he bumped into the door frame, with a muffled "boom".

He stood up clutching his forehead, but before he could react, the room next door that had been vacant for a long time was suddenly opened from the inside, and the dazzling white light made him dizzy for a while.

The hand covering his forehead instinctively blocked his eyes, and he saw a vague figure between his fingers, which was somewhat familiar.

"Brother Yun?" The familiar voice was anxious, "What's wrong with you?"